Enormous, black wings flapped gently. The wings that had grown from the back of her master.

“It feels nice to fly like this,” said Vandalieu. “Everyone, how does the ride feel?” he asked.

“Things are great here, too!” replied Zran. “The wind is strong, but it’s perfect for a hot summer’s night!”

“You’re amazing, King!” said Braga. “The humans making camp on the ground look like ants!”

Eleanora gave a vague smile as she glanced sideways at Zran, Braga and the other Black Goblins who were shouting excitedly.

“Vandalieu-sama… The ride is comfortable, but… Why have you changed… no, evolved, just for a method of transport?” Eleanora questioned.

“Hmm? I just grew some spirit-form wings; I haven’t done any changing or evolving,” replied Vandalieu.

With three pairs of wings protruding from the neck of a bird consisting of only a torso, he resembled a very ominous bird indeed.